RANDOM EVENT
The calves arc back toward the Sugartide with unabashed enthusiasm, their immense bodies rolling through the auroras as if drawn again to the strange, glittering object that dares to share their currents. One of them angles in closer, curiosity outweighing caution, and its massive head sweeps past the bow in a careless, affectionate pass that treats the ship as nothing more than another solid thing worth nudging. The contact lands with devastating ease, the bow cracking and shearing away in splintered lengths as though it were carved from driftwood rather than reinforced hull, fragments tumbling off into the glowing dark below. The force of the brush sends the skyship drifting into another slow, disorienting spin, sails shuddering as fractured aurora light scatters across their surfaces.
